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ds_recsreduxTitle: Rationale
Author: Geekwriter
Pairing: Fraser/Fraser's right hand, with a side of fantasized F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser is wound tight as they come, which makes for an interesting challenge when writing sex from his POV. Geekwriter nails it, as Fraser manages to convince himself that he's engaging in certain activities because he's thrifty. Watching the walls come down as he loses control is hot like burning.
Link to the story: Rationale
Fraser stretched back out on his cot, allowed his hand to rest lightly on his stomach. If his fingers moved over the soft cotton of his t-shirt, surely it was only because he had a slight itch just over his third rib. And another on his collarbone. And another on his nipple and, no.
No, he was certainly not thinking of doing anything...indecent. Not in his office. Of course, it was only his office during the day. At night, it was his bedroom, and surely no one could fault a man for taking a little pleasure in his own bedroom of all places.
Title: Foreign Territory
Author: Aristide
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 19,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story is outstanding from beginning to end, but I'm reccing it here for the vibrator scene. If the quote "Hail Satan" doesn't make you crack up, you haven't yet read this gem.
Link to the story: Foreign Territory
Ray bounced the silver thing on his palm, remembering the last time he'd seen it, when all those Stella memories coming back to him had been like having his guts pulled out slowly through a very small incision in his chest. That had been bad, that had been so, so bad.
But now it wasn't like that, not the same thing at all. It was a good memory, and it was only when he'd finally realized that he had to let the good *and* bad Stella memories be what they were--memories--that he'd been able to start getting through each day like something other than the walking dead. It wasn't a symbol any more, this stupid-looking chrome thing, it wasn't a trap. It was just a leftover, just a dumb toy, just something people used for--
Ray stopped cold. He closed his eyes and dropped the vibrator like it had burned him, and heard it roll across the floor until it came to rest against his foot. He had to force himself not to yank his foot back, had to force himself to open his eyes and look at it, all shiny and toylike and bright, snuggled up to his foot like an innocent bullet-shaped metal kitten.
Author: Geekwriter
Pairing: Fraser/Fraser's right hand, with a side of fantasized F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser is wound tight as they come, which makes for an interesting challenge when writing sex from his POV. Geekwriter nails it, as Fraser manages to convince himself that he's engaging in certain activities because he's thrifty. Watching the walls come down as he loses control is hot like burning.
Link to the story: Rationale
Fraser stretched back out on his cot, allowed his hand to rest lightly on his stomach. If his fingers moved over the soft cotton of his t-shirt, surely it was only because he had a slight itch just over his third rib. And another on his collarbone. And another on his nipple and, no.
No, he was certainly not thinking of doing anything...indecent. Not in his office. Of course, it was only his office during the day. At night, it was his bedroom, and surely no one could fault a man for taking a little pleasure in his own bedroom of all places.
Title: Foreign Territory
Author: Aristide
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 19,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story is outstanding from beginning to end, but I'm reccing it here for the vibrator scene. If the quote "Hail Satan" doesn't make you crack up, you haven't yet read this gem.
Link to the story: Foreign Territory
Ray bounced the silver thing on his palm, remembering the last time he'd seen it, when all those Stella memories coming back to him had been like having his guts pulled out slowly through a very small incision in his chest. That had been bad, that had been so, so bad.
But now it wasn't like that, not the same thing at all. It was a good memory, and it was only when he'd finally realized that he had to let the good *and* bad Stella memories be what they were--memories--that he'd been able to start getting through each day like something other than the walking dead. It wasn't a symbol any more, this stupid-looking chrome thing, it wasn't a trap. It was just a leftover, just a dumb toy, just something people used for--
Ray stopped cold. He closed his eyes and dropped the vibrator like it had burned him, and heard it roll across the floor until it came to rest against his foot. He had to force himself not to yank his foot back, had to force himself to open his eyes and look at it, all shiny and toylike and bright, snuggled up to his foot like an innocent bullet-shaped metal kitten.
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